Jamal stared at the dog in his arms. “Why I am I holding a dog full of angels?

Sleep is a little death, dreams the whisperings of the Other, who would drag us all into his eternal night.

when i’m reading the bible its feels like im the one who write it.

Starting now,

What had survived – maybe all that had survived of Trism – was Liir’s sense of him. A catalog of impressions that arose from time to time, unbidden and often upsetting. From the sandy smell...

When it begins it is like a light in a tunnel, a rush of steel andsteam across a torn up life. It is a low rumble, an earthquake in theback of the mind. My spine...

Good music always defeats bad luck.

Ian looked skyward to see the firedrake soaring overhead. Its mass was a black deluge, an eclipse of aberrant origins, and its wings were tautly wound, like a spider’s web. Scales that shown like bejeweled...

C’è perspicacia nella follia.

In the deep Mysteries of the world, their belong time, still unexplored and to be explored.

One’s options in this world are as vast as the horizon, which is technically a circle and thus infinitely broad. Yet we must choose each step we take with utmost caution, for the footprints we...

The mouse began to shift and Kammy marvelled at the sight. Soon a second boy stood before her. She hardly noticed Eric appear beside him.He was dressed much like Eric, though his shirt hung looser...

Come! our world is done:For all the witchery of the world is fled,And lost all wanton wisdom long since won.

At Tara in this fateful hour,I place all Heaven with its power,And the sun with its brightness,And the snow with its whiteness,And the fire with all the strength it hath,And the lightning with its rapid...

One man carries salvation and damnation from the desert.

If rules make a framework for the mind to climb about in, why should the mind not climb right out?

I felt your sorrow before I even knew something was wrong. It hit me like a freight train of boulders. You made the sky rain fireballs with red lightning. Need I say more?

Death was a leech; no matter which side of the spectrum you were on, either dead or alive, it fed. It either acquired your soul or devoured all your joyful emotions.

The townspeople took the prince for deadWhen he never returned with the dragon’s headWhen with her, he stayedShe thought he’d be too afraidBut he loved her too much instead.

I remember my own childhood vividly…I knew terrible things. But I knew I mustn’t let adults know I knew. It would scare them

And then the turbines generate electricity that goes into the whole town.””You mean they aren’t powered by giant hamsters on wheels? I was misinformed.

Hay gente que se enamora de los pájaros. Te enamoras de su canto, de sus alas, de su forma de volar o de cazar. Entonces te lo quedas y lo encierras en una jaula de...

We are as ignorant of the meaning of the dragon as we are of the meaning of the universe.

It’s so strange how life works: You want something and you wait and wait and feel like it’s taking forever to come. Then it happens and it’s over and all you want to do is...

We found the heart of Arcrea and all I got was this stupid tunic.

It will begin with the six who now tread the streets of a city where the stone pinnacle erects like a reed amongst long grass. Where a bridge expands across a gorge, drifts a cloud...

You know what killed off the dinosaurs, Whateley? We did. In one barbecue.

Trying to catch flies?” (The Children of Ankh series) Kim Cormack

My Zora senses are tingling,” I said.Nathan looked at me blankly.”Right, you don’t know anything about Spiderman,” I remembered.”Spider who?” he asked.

sobbing like a girl,” I guess so.

We couldn’t be friends. We couldn’t be enemies.So what were we?

There are many who are hesitant and say, ‘I don’t witches and I don’t like wizards; I only like the real world.’ That’s because you haven’t been to the fake one yet.

What is your purpose?

I’ll tell you something. Once I was very fond of a poem by Emily Dickinson or somebody. I only remember one line of it, but it goes, ‘The soul selects her own society.’ I used...

There are things that make no sense,that seem unreal,that can’t be grasped or understoodor explained,that maybe don’t even exist…And still, somehow, those wonderful things touch and change our lives.Isn’t it strange?

Il cacciatore calò il pugnale, disegnando una falce di luna nell’aria, e colpì il torace, proprio al centro, scavandosi la strada tra le scaglie dai mille colori che impallidivano man mano che il sangue defluiva....

Paranoia. The more you think of an imaginary problem, the more you feel as though it’s real –

While his brain lay slowly dying, Bevan felt his body come back to life.

Jamie was like no one else he had ever met. She had ethics; she had moral integrity. She was clearly not corruptible, at least not for money–that test was over.

I didn’t panic until my chest collapsed and I couldn’t breathe. I gasped until I no longer had a throat to do it with. I didn’t feel like I was holding my breath – it...

Every step taken is the first of a new journey. Its up to me if I choose to contine walking or I might love it so much I will run.

Every day you live is a lesson in itself.

Yes,” he barely whispered, the word hardly escaping his throat. The hunger was all he could feel, her blood all he could smell, the pulse of lust just there beneath her skin, calling him, drawing...

When an imaginative person gets into mental trouble, the line between seeming and being has a way of disappearing-

That is when you know you have reached the point of no return, when you began to stalk a ghost.

The great thing about fantasy is that you can drag dreams and longings and hopes and fears and strivings out of your subconscious and call them ‘magic’ or ‘dragons’ or ‘faeries’ and get to know...

I looked around the room, at everyone who inhabited the space, person and monster, slave and master, aware we were in the madness together, swirling around in the same mess, all out to get something,...

Back in the “leather and lace” eighties, I was the fantasy editor for a publishing company in New York City. It was a great time to be young and footloose on the streets of Manhattan—punk...

Someone smashed a flutterfler and without even thinking she touched her Stone and used Wyrd to piece its broken body back together. She filled its empty vessels with dreams and it became the stuff it...

If Liana wanted to fight over Harlow, she was going to lose. Not that I liked him that way. That was to say, I wasn’t sure how I felt about Harlow, but it damned sure...